Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

After several days of sailing, the merchant ship finally arrived at King's Landing Port in the dim light of morning. The sea breeze blows gently, bringing a slightly salty smell.

Petyr had been tortured beyond recognition during the past few days of sailing. He was pale, stooped, his eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes were messy.

Petyr put on a simple disguise, and then stumbled off the boat, his steps sloppy, as if he might fall down at any moment.

When the tax official at the port saw Petyr in front of him, he couldn't help but be shocked, thinking that he had encountered a pirate.

The tax collector asked eagerly: "Lord Petyr, what happened to you?"

Petyr replied weakly: "Don't ask any more questions, quickly arrange a carriage for me without attracting anyone's attention."

The tax officer responded quickly: "Okay, sir, I will prepare it for you and take you to the Red Fort."

Petyr gasped and said, "No, take me back to my residence first. I need to rest."

The tax officer hurriedly said: "Okay, everything is up to you, sir."

He quickly called his attendants to find a carriage, and quickly called two guards. It was planned to escort the weak Chancellor to his residence first.

Sitting in the swaying carriage, Petyr thought of the twenty sailing battleships and was filled with anger. He couldn't help cursing Gavin in his heart: "Damn bastard!"

He gritted his teeth and looked gloomy. However, fortunately, the news of the successful loan from the Iron Bank has not yet reached King's Landing, and no one should know about it yet.

Otherwise, the loss of twenty galleons would have been enough for Robert to hang him.

As long as Robert can be dealt with as quickly as possible, this matter will not be exposed. As Chancellor of the Exchequer, he could easily have the Iron Bank transfer the loan to the next heir to the Iron Throne.

The only thing worth worrying about is that Wallis's little bird is pervasive and may have reported his whereabouts to the other party at this time. His embarrassment will inevitably arouse Varys's suspicion, and information from Braavos will be regularly transmitted back to King's Landing. By then, he will no longer be able to control his own destiny.

Thinking of this, Petyr's eyes flashed with a fierce look. He knew that he must seize every moment without any hesitation or delay.

"Success or failure depends on this one move. I must make everything go according to my plan." He swore secretly, clenching his fists unconsciously.

After a while, Littlefinger returned to the luxurious but slightly depressing residence, and the sound of the soles of his boots colliding with the ground echoed in the empty hall.

He quickly returned to his room, wrote a letter, and then called for an attendant.

Upon hearing Petyr's summons, the attendant hurried over, bowed and waited for his master's instructions.

"Go to the Red Keep and invite Jaime Lannister to me. Remember, be hidden and don't attract attention." Petyr stared at his men with burning eyes.

The waiter hesitated for a moment and said cautiously: "My lord, what if Sir James doesn't come?"

Petyr snorted coldly: "If he refuses to come, give him this letter and tell him that the matter is about to be exposed and you will be responsible for the consequences! Do you understand?"

The attendant quickly responded: "Yes, sir, I understand."

Petyr waved his hand, and the other party quickly retreated and carried out the order.

After Petyr sent the letter, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and his hanging heart temporarily fell to the ground. He looked down at the mess he was in. His clothes were wrinkled and stained with some dust.

"This won't do," he muttered. Then, he hurried into the bathroom.

When Jaime Lannister arrived, Petyr appeared in front of him having restored his former image as Lord Chancellor. He was dressed neatly, his face was neat, and his eyes were shrewd, as if the previous embarrassment had never existed.

As soon as Jaime Lannister entered the door, he rushed to Petyr angrily, grabbed his collar with both hands, and asked loudly: "Why can Gavin Belerys know these secrets? Did you tell him?" "At this moment, James's heart was full of anger and fear. He knew that once this secret was exposed, the consequences would be disastrous.

With a slightly mocking sneer on his face, Petyr said lightly: "Please be gentle, Ser Jaime, this has nothing to do with me. Queen Cersei had received the letter long before Jon Arryn's death. Obviously, the one who sent the letter was Gavin. He had obviously known these secrets for a long time, and he just used this matter to let us get rid of Jon Arryn." As he spoke, Petyr handed out the letter with a calm expression. Hand it to the other party,

Jaime let go of Petyr, took the letter, and asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

Petyr raised the corners of his mouth and said with a tone full of sarcasm: "This is a letter from Gavin to the queen. It details the secrets between you and the queen, and the truth about Jon Arryn's death."

"The King of the Narrow Sea threatened that if Robert does not die, our King will receive the same letter a month later." Petyr observed Jaime's reaction with cold eyes, feeling proud that he was in control of the situation. .

After hearing this, James panicked and shouted angrily: "No matter what, I will not kill Robert. I will take Cersei and the children to leave King's Landing as soon as possible and return to the West." He secretly vowed in his heart that he must Protect your family.

Petyr sneered and said: "Ser Jaime, you are undoubtedly waiting for death by doing this. When the time comes, the angry Robert will march on the West and hang everyone named Lannister, just like he did to Targaryen. . You already bear the title of regicide, what will happen if you kill another king?"

Petyr knew that these words would deeply irritate Jaime, and he was going to force Jaime to a dead end.

Jaime was so excited that he could hardly control himself. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Petyr's collar, his eyes wide open, and angrily questioned: "Littlefinger, what do you mean?"

Petyr was fearless and said coldly: "Robert must be killed, and the action must be quick, otherwise all of our heads will be hung on the city wall. In addition, arrange for me and the queen to meet at night."

Jaime frowned and fell into an indecisive struggle, struggling between morality and the survival of the family.

Seeing this, Petyr stared at Jaime and said: "If Sir Jaime has thought it over, arrange it quickly. After tonight, I will leave King's Landing and flee to Essos. Of course, you can also leave King's Landing and wait for Robert's army in the West." Petyr knew in his heart that he must put enough pressure on Jaime.

Jaime's face was terribly gloomy. After a long silence, he finally sighed helplessly, his voice hoarse and tired: "Okay, Little Finger, you can take the secret passage by the sea tonight. But I warn you, don't play any tricks."